This is a song about "Buck"

Shake junt, get buck my friends

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

I spit dope lyrics, then people think i'm buck at the top,

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

It's how i make the buck,

I don't really give a fuck

These lame crooks just tryna make a quick buck off of faith,

Ever since grandma died, everyone parted ways

I spit dope lyrics, then people think i'm buck at the top,

If i'm getting geetchi i can rock three chains on either block

This coupe-i'm... in, highway about a buck fifty

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

What the fuck oh its a buck.

Without your love it's cold as fuck

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

I buck bastards who think they're bachelors